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Good night.

Good night, Father.

Oh, fuck. There is nothing
about this that is good.

The foreign press are
reporting that the base

was overrun by a local militia.

As far as our footprint is
concerned, we were never there.

What about our casualties?

Three Americans. One SOG, two JSOC.

Why don't we address the real
reason for this brief... him?

Based on biometrics,

DS&T have concluded with
a high degree of certainty

that the person we once
had detained was this man.

His nom de guerre is
"Suleiman al Bekaa."

We're still trying to
track down his given name.

He appears in a few
more videos like this.

Propaganda pieces. He never speaks.

We don't have an I.D. on this
guy, the one playing possum.

Younger, deferential to Suleiman.

Definitely has his trust.

This Suleiman is ISIS?

We believe so, sir.

He's not ISIS.

Stand up.

That is to say, he may have been, but...

if he was, he's not anymore.

You may recognize Dr. Ryan

from this evening's
installment of "jihadi theater."

He and Jim Greer were on the ground

in Yemen when the base was attacked.

Tell me, Dr. Ryan,

how is it you know so
much about this guy,

and we're hearing about
him for the first time?

I was just following the money, sir.

Groups like ISIS... They
make most of their money

from smuggling or seized oil
reserves in Iraq and Syria.

They move that money
through hawala networks.

It's all done analog, meaning
the money's literally handed

from one person to another.

The account we froze
was from a European bank.

I mean, it was funded

by multiple transfers from phony LLCs.

The money's been washed so many times,

there's no way we could
locate just one source.

- Meaning what?
- Meaning these assholes have their shit

wired extremely tight.

Now look, we all know

part of ISIS's M.O. is attention.

If they did this, why
haven't they claimed it?

That's not proof, Jim.

When he came to me with this
Suleiman, I was skeptical, too.

Not anymore.

I've seen firsthand,

the men that hit this
site were coordinated,

well-trained. They knew
exactly where they were going

and what their objective
was. They even carried away

their dead so we couldn't I.D. 'em.

Sue, I'd like to stand up a task force.

Who do you have in mind?

Well, given the origin of
his financing, I think...

CTC Europe, uh, should head this.

Nate, we found this guy.
This should go to T-FAD.

T-FAD will still follow the money.

And whatever you find,
you'll share with CTC Europe.

I'm sure they could use the help.

The president's flying
back from Camp David.

I need options to put in
front of him by morning.

You'll have them.

Any questions? All right, go to work.

What just happened? Did
I say something wrong?

That had nothing to do with you.

What's the matter?

Nothing. I just tweaked
my back back there.

Yeah, well, take a
couple hours personal time

- and get yourself checked out.
- I'm fine.

Get it looked at.

Ah.

I like the smell of the ocean here.

All I smell is fish.

Why me? Why not send one of the others?

I only trust you.

Without you, I'd be
rotting in prison now.

Hmm.

I was pretty good, wasn't I?

You were like a ninja.

Yeah.

It's time.

Take care of yourself.

Ali!

Peace be with you!

Not if she's been with you first!

We'll have you out
in about 20, Mr. Ryan.

I see they fused your L4
to L5 vertebrae together.

Given the extent of
your prior surgeries,

I'd say you got off pretty lucky.

Some inflammation of the scar
tissue around your thecal sac,

and a moderate lumbar sprain.

I can prescribe some
hydrocodone with ibuprofen

- for the pain.
- Oh, no.

That's okay. No-no pills.

Well, ice will help
with the inflammation,

and when the pain subsides, I'd suggest

doing some core
strengthening. Maybe try yoga.

- Yeah, I'll do that.
- Any questions for me?

Where's Epidemiology?

Let's obtain simultaneous blood cultures

from the left and
right antecubital fossa.

- You got it, Dr. Mueller.
- Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- Oh, I just had an appointment

downstairs, and then I remembered

you said this is where
you worked, so I figured

I'd come by and say hey.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Um...

Are you okay?

Yeah. Just, I tweaked
my back a little bit.

Listen, I'm really sorry we
didn't get more of a chance

- to talk at your dad's birthday party.
- Yeah, that was, uh...

That was quite some exit you made.

Huh.

What was the big emergency?

Oh, that was a... contaminated shipment

of romaine lettuce left out
on a Navy dock in Bethesda.

It was an E. coli scare, so...

- Pretty exciting stuff, actually.
- I didn't know

the Coast Guard picked
people up for bad lettuce.

Well, you know, their motto
is, uh, semper paratus.

- "Always..."
- Ready?

- Wow.
- Med school. Lots of Latin.

Marines... Lots of mottos.

Hey, listen, I, um...

I really am sorry. I...

Apology accepted.

- That was easy.
- Yeah.

Marina, can you let Dr. Rumack know

that I, uh, catalogued these
blood cultures this morning?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

So do you get a coffee
break soon, or...?

Uh, my shift just started.

Oh. What about dinner?

Or give you a call?

- I asked my dad about you.
- Oh.

He said you're one of the
smartest guys he's ever met.

- Oh.
- But you're too good for your own good.

Is that even a thing?
What does that mean?

Uh, moralistic, self-righteous.

Those were his words.

- Those were his words?
- Yeah.

I don't give a shit what my dad thinks.

Can I have your cell?

Yes.

There you go.

Propediem te videbo.

Yeah.

See you soon.

I knew that one.

You should try yoga.

For your back.

Oh, no, I'm...

All right.

Jack.

Hey, guys.

- Where you been?
- Just at the doctor.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Just tweaked my back.

In Yemen?

Rowing.

So it's not true then?

What is not true?

That you were in Yemen with Greer.

Nope.

So you were just, like,
taking a personal day then?

Wow, I wish I knew what
you guys were talking about,

but I got a lot of work to do.

Yeah. No problem. We
have stuff to do anyways.

Jack.

- Yeah.
- I sent you that link of primary targets

in Western Yemen with
cell phone numbers.

Amazing, Noreen. I owe you one.

Great, because, uh...

I need some advice.

Ask him out.

Who?

The targeter from "pad"
that you time your exit to

every night so you can
ride the elevator together.

Actually, I was talking about
Eisenberg's fantasy league.

Oh. All right, what do we got?

Okay, Zack Greinke or Dallas Keuchel?

Come on. Greinke's ERA
is half a point lower.

But SunTrust Stadium gives
up 1.86 more home runs

per three-game home
stand than Minute Maid.

So...?

Keuchel.

Thanks.

You got it.

Rain Man, my office.

I got something for you.

What is that?

Suleiman's cell phone.

He left it in Yemen.

CCI had their eggheads
trying to crack it.

You stole it?

No, I-I borrowed it.

Sometimes you have to break
a few rules just to get

the job done.

Now, that bad boy has
got full disk encryption

- and an eight-digit passcode.
- Great.

Do you know what that means? That means

it would've taken their cluster
10,000 hours to crack it.

Because they're up there running
algorithms and doing geometry.

- Algebra.
- What?

Algorithms are algebra.

Whatever. My point is, people
don't randomly pick passwords,

not even terrorist masterminds.

They pick something personal.

A kid's birthday, their anniversary.

And you know more about
this Suleiman asshole

than anybody in the building.

- I got my money on you.
- Whoa. Where you going?

I got something to take care
of. I'll be back in an hour.

Ryan.

Yeah.

I'll be right up.

He's ready for you, Dr. Ryan.

Yes.

All right.

Thanks.

Well, why-why don't we,
uh, circle back on that?

Yeah, of course. Bye.

Jack,

- thanks for coming by.
- Not a problem.

Uh, can I get you something? A water?

- I'm okay.
- So, um,

I understand you were in the Marines.

Yes, sir.

Ah. Did you deploy?

- Yes, sir.
- Iraq?

Afghanistan.

Well,

thank you for your service.

Why don't we have a seat.

Where'd you go to school, Jack?

Uh, Boston College.

Boston College.

Ah. Are you a Doug Flutie fan?

He was a little bit
before my time, but yeah.

You play sports? Uh,
basketball? Football?

- Rowed crew.
- Oh, yeah. Me, too. Uh, Yale.

- Groton before that.
- Ah.

Yeah. You have the build for it.

I'm sorry, what did you
want to see me about, sir?

I liked what you said
in the morning brief

and that you weren't afraid to say it.

So, uh, how would you find him?

Suleiman.

We got to figure out a
way to get inside his head.

We need to see what it
is that's motivating him.

What motivates him? Same
thing motivates all of 'em:

death to the West, a new caliphate.

Yeah. Normally, I would agree with you.

But... I don't know, it's interesting.

There's something
different about his agenda.

Meaning?

Everything he's doing,

it just feels more
specific, more calculated.

Look at the way he collected money.

It's... sophisticated.

He's like bin Laden.

To be, uh, clear,

I gave CTC Europe the lead on this,

but I need people like you.

You've shown, um, great initiative.

Well, thank you, sir, but,
uh, with all due respect,

that was Greer who put the
surveillance team on the bank.

- I mean, without him...
- Can I, uh, give you some advice, Jack?

You know, I've known
Jim Greer a long time.

He's an excellent case officer,

but, you know, his, uh, talents

don't translate well to headquarters.

Yeah. You, on the other
hand, I could see you,

uh, being the, uh,
in-house point person

for the Suleiman task force

and working directly with me.

And an op like this,
uh, it's a career-maker.

Thank you.

Do you mind if I took a
little time to think about it?

Sure.

But don't wait too long, Jack.

I'd love to see you
bring this thing home.

Thank you, sir.

Okay, my love Samir, we're done.

If you're going to play in here,

put your toys away before dinner.

I know.

Is your room clean?

Yes, it's clean.

- Are you sure, my love?
- Mama! Samir!

Daddy's home!

Daddy!

Welcome back, Dad.

Thank you, God be with you.

Baba...

Did you bring us any gifts?

I didn't have time. I was too busy.

But on my way, I did find this.

Do you like it?

Thank you, Daddy!

And these...

are for you.

Thank you, Dad.

Peace be upon you.

Welcome back.

My precious diamond.

Fresh fish.

It's from Alexandria.

Sara.

So, how long are you back for?

Uh, indefinitely.

Have you seen Dawud or Malek?

Dawud still comes to the
mosque somewhat regularly.

Tell him I said hello.

Have you seen Jasmine?

Nah.

I mean, we're trying to be
civil for the kids, but...

no.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm glad you called.

It's really good to see you, brother.

You should come to pray on Friday.

Everyone would love to see you.

I haven't really prayed...

since, you know, Jasmine and I...

I see.

I guess I converted...

...for her.

So we could get married.

So,

it's a little hard to, uh...

See the point.

I want to give you something.

Oh, come on, come on.
You don't have to...

I want you to have 'em.

As a reminder.

You may have taken a break from Him,

but Allah is with you always.

Never forget that, brother.

What the hell are you doing?

Welcome back.

How's it going?

Other than the fact
that accurately guessing

an eight-digit passcode was
about ten to the eighth power,

which is one in 100 million, I'm great.

Oh, and also, after the tenth try,

it locks forever and erases itself.

How 'bout you?

Fuck.

Well, it was a long shot.

Worth a try, though.

I'm gonna pack up.

Hold on. That's it?

When are you gonna learn?

You got to go with your
gut, that's all you got.

Sometimes it doesn't work out.

- That's the job.
- Oh, I see.

So you were just going
with your gut in Karachi.

- What did you hear?
- A whole lot.

I think my favorite is
that you threw an asset

out of a second story window
in the annex in Karachi

because he wouldn't talk.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Karachi annex is on the first floor.

If we're gonna work
together, I have every reason

to know why you got PNG'd back here.

I'll tell you about Karachi if
you tell me about Afghanistan.

Mm-hmm. Just what I thought.

Let's get a couple of things straight.

- One, I am not your fucking friend.
- Okay.

Yeah, we work together,
but you don't know me,

and I don't know you,
and I'm perfectly fine

with that arrangement.

Two, I don't owe you shit.

My past is my business,
and yours is your business.

Yeah, but it's okay to use me
for your little pet projects?

- Whoa. Back up.
- No. This is ridiculous.

I've been working all
day on this and I...

The footage... rewind.

Stop. There. You see that?

You see how he takes the cuffs?

He's no stranger to being shackled.

He's done time.

Did you run traces on his
name and his AKAs in Trident?

Of course I did.

Ops traffic, DOC
traffic... We never had him.

Wait a minute.

We never had him.

The SIM card in the phone is French.

I queried DGSI, but they
didn't have a current file,

but what if he was never on the radar

because he was never on the street?

If I look into French prison records...

Last name "Suleiman,"
first name unknown,

alias is "Suleiman al Bekaa."

Birth place: Bekaa Valley, Lebanon.

Holy shit.

Mousa bin Suleiman.

His prison number.

Every password is personal
to the person who creates it.

There were four numbers in the
call log of Suleiman's phone.

We geo-located all of them.

They're all in Paris.

Paris.

We froze his nine and a half million.

He needs to replace that.

I asked Mr. Singer to join us.

Keep going from where you were.

He made five calls to
this number in Saint-Denis.

TDY us to Paris and
we'll grab this asshole

- and be back before dinner.
- I tasked CTC Europe

to carry the water on this,
and I told the two of you

to run every piece
of intel through them.

Okay, Nate.

Dr. Ryan, you found him.

What do you want to do?

I think Greer and I should go, sir.

Great.

Liaison with the DGSI, make sure

they're standing by when you land.

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you, sir.

I was waiting for you yesterday.

I was delayed.

It's all there.

They told me to tell you...

this is the last of it.

There's no more after this.

Samir!

Uh-oh.

Idiot.

Hmm.

What are you doing?

I was searching for my Dad.

Mm-hmm?

Excuse me.

Hey, what's your rush?

I'm Yazid.

Your name is Sara, right?

You want a taste?

Hmm?

I have one for you.

It's okay.

Open it.

Sara!

What's taking so long?

- Mama?
- Sara.

What's wrong, my love?

Huh?

I hate them!

Why did Daddy bring them here?

Shhh. It's okay, my love.

I won't let anyone hurt you.

The children are finally sleeping.

You think I didn't get you a gift?

It looks beautiful on you.

I missed you.

Why are you upset?

Why are they here, Mousa?

My children sleep here.

Who are you bringing to our home?

They are our children, right?

In all my life, I've
never questioned you...

because you're a good man.

When you fought Assad's
army, I understood

you were fighting for
us, for our country.

But now... things have changed.

What do you mean?

You are different.

These men are using you.

Using me?

They need me.

We need you. Your family. Here.

Everything I am doing is
for you and our children.

I need you to trust me.

How can I trust you?

I don't even know what you're doing.

I'm your husband.

And you have to trust me.

Captain Sandrine Arnaud.

Lieutenant Tariq La Pointe.

He's in charge of SWAT.

James Greer, Jack Ryan.

Garth.

Okay, I will say this once
so we can get it over with.

You're guests in this country.

If I give an order, I
expect it to be followed.

If you have a problem with
this, I need to know now.

No, ma'am.

Welcome to France.

We can talk on the way.

Here you go, man. Try this on.

We've been tracking

the cell number you gave us.

There were seven more
calls to the same apartment

five kilometers north of Paris.

This Suleiman, you
said he was from France.

Is he planning something here?

We don't know what his target is,

but we know someone's financing him.

He came here to pick up the cash,

and to try to transfer
it back to his cells,

most likely using an app

- called "TracEuro."
- TracEuro?

It allows you to load money

onto SIM cards and
transfer via cell phone,

$10,000 increments.

Garth, huh?

Yeah... like Brooks.

I pick a different name every trip.

It's fun.

Hey, man, you want a gun?

Oh, I don't think I'm
allowed to have a...

This here's your mag release.

Slide that back to chamber a round.

- That right there is your decocker.
- I've actually...

Doc, do me a favor, all right?

Watch your muzzle awareness, okay?

I don't want you getting all excited

and shooting me in the tail end.

I got kids that think I'm an astronaut.

Kind of hard to explain how I
got shot in the ass in space.

Yeah. Kind of like that.

What's up?

How much more time do you need?

They're almost done.

Maybe 15, 20 minutes.

Shit! I'll call you back.

Ali?

Hang back.

There's an ambulance downstairs... go!

Let's go!

Why are you stopping? Move!

It's okay. You're okay.

Where the fuck are you going?

Help me...

Show your hands. Down on your knees.

- Please!
- No!

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